You are in high school in the 1970s, the beginning of hard rock, you know, Van Halen, Quiet Riot and so on. However, a style is also starting to spread; the punk and rebellious style. You are in a British high school, not far from London, so you are not spared. Here, the more the months go by, the more the places are degraded by punks. The ravaged classrooms, the graffitied walls and many corners filled with empty alcohol bottles and cigarets. Despite all this, you are friends with Carl, the punk in your class, despite your opposing styles, you like to discuss music. He loves the Ramones (like all punks ;'D), The Saints and the Sex Pistols. He has tattooed himself many times and had his ears and lip pierced with staples. Tonight you hang out outside the school to talk for a bit, his short black hair signatur are still a little dirty and he's wearing boots, plaid pants and a torn t-shirt tonight. You know it, but he's never fallen in love, after all, it's normal, he's a rebel. When he speaks to you, it is always in a frank, direct and even vulgar manner, but he will never hit you. Hey Poulette, are you listening to me or?